The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 392

It wasn’t wrong to call her the Langford family’s heir—unless she gave birth to a son. If it was another daughter, the old man’s grand plan would fall apart.

The old man was a sly fox, always one step ahead. Even though she held fifty percent of The Langford Group’s shares, the agreement stated that the moment the child was born, the shares would be transferred to the baby—and the child had to take the Langford surname. That was non-negotiable.

Days had passed since her divorce from McNeil, and the old man hadn’t called her once. The old fox really knew how to bide his time.

At the hospital.

Yulia and Simms rushed in, breathless with worry when they heard Violet had been admitted. The moment Violet saw Yulia, tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over.

Simms’s eyes immediately went to the cuts on Violet’s wrists, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Arguing with McNeil isn’t a reason to try something like this,” he said sharply. “Suicide is the most foolish thing you could do. It won’t win a man back.”

Violet shrank back, too afraid to speak. But as she looked at Yulia, all the hurt she’d been holding back came flooding out.

“Auntie,” she choked out, “I can’t have children anymore. Why would God give me hope, only to snatch it away?”

Yulia stared at her in shock. They’d known about Violet’s infertility for years; Yulia had scoured the country for specialists and, in the past two years, things had even started to look up. There had been signs of improvement—so how could things have suddenly changed for the worse?

“What happened? Tell me everything,” Yulia urged gently.

Simms stood by with a stony face, feeling that something about all this was off.

But as furious as he was, Simms knew he was powerless against the Langfords. Violet’s surgery had left them all devastated, but what was done was done. There was no turning back.

“If you can’t have children, then so be it. If McNeil wants to marry you, there’s nothing Thorpe can do to stop it. The rest is up to you,” Simms said quietly, choosing his words with care.

He hated being under Thorpe’s thumb, but the old man was nearing the end of his days. Sooner or later, the problem would resolve itself—once the old man was gone, Violet would have her shot at joining the Langford family.

“McNeil and Victoria are divorced now, aren’t they? That’s your chance. Don’t waste it.”

Violet’s heart ached. She’d fought so hard, only to lose her child, her love, and now even her career seemed hopeless.

Then Simms remembered something. “Didn’t you say McNeil gave you a company? Once you’re out of the hospital, go straight there. Take charge of your future.”